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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.