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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.