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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.