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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.