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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.