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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Mars,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.