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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.