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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.