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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.