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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Monks,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.