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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.