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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.