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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Index,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.