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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Organ,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.