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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
UT,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.