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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.