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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.