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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grass Roots 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.