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 Laos and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.