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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Gong,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.