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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
The Names,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.