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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.