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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Brick,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.