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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.