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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.