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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.