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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.