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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.