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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.