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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Gories,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.