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 Italy 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.