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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.