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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.