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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Magma,
JFA,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Gong,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.