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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.