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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.