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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.