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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.