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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.