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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.