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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.