Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.