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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.