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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.