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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.