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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.