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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.