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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.