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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.