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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nas 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.