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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Can,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.