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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Index,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.