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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.