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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.