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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.