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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.