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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.