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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.