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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.