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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.