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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.