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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.