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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.