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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.