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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.