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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Magazine,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.