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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Cluster,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.