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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.