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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 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 Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.