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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.