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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.