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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Television,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.