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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Television,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.