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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.