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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.