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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.