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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.