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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
New Order,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.