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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.