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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.