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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.