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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.