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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.