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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.