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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Lyres,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.