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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Can,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.