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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.