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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.