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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.