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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.