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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.