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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.