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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.