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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.