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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.