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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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 Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Echospace,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.