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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.