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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.