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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.