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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.