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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.