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 Burundi and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.