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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.