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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.