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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.