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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.