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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.