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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.