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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.