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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.