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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.