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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.