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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.