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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.