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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.