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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.