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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.