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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Mars,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.