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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare 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?
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.