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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.