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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.