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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.