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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.