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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.