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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.