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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.