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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.