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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.