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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.