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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Pylon,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.