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 Pakistan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.