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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.