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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.