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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.