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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Derrick May,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.