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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.