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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.