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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.