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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Can,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.