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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Martian 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.