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 Serbia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.