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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.