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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.