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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.