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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
John Holt,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.