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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.