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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.