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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Can,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.