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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.