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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.