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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.