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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.