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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.