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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.