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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.