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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.