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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.