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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.