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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Standells to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Wings,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.