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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.