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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.