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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Audionom,
Index,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.