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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.