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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.