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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.