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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.