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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.