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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.