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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.