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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.