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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Index,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.