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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Monks,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.