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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.