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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.