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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.