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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.