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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.