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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.