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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.