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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.