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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.