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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.