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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.