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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.