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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.