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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.