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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.