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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.