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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.