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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Brick,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.