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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.