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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
CMW,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.