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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.