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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.