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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.