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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
a-ha,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.