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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Index,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.