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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.