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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.