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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.