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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Cure,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.