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 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Gong,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.