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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.