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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.