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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.