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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Chrome,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.