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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.