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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.