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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.