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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.