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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Sound,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.