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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.