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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.