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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Index,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.