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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.