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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
UT,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.