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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Rekid,
X-102,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Nico,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.