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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.