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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.