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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.