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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.