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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.