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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.