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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.