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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.