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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.