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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.