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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.