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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Whodini,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.