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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.