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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.