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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.