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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.