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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart 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 punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.