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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.