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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.