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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.