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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.