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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.