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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.