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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.