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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.