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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.