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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.