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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.