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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.