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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.