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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Procol Harum 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.