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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 David Axelrod 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.