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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.