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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.