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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.