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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.