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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.