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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.