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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.