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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.