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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.