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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.