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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Smog,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.