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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.