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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.