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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Victims,
The Move,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.