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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.