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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Television,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.