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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.