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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Television,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Deakin,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.