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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.