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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.