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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.