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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.