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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.