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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.