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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.