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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.