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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.