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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Index,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.