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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Faust,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.