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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.