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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Smog,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.