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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.