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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.