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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Index,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.