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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.