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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.