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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.