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 Palau 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.