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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.