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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.