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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.