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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.