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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.