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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.