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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.