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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Sound,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.