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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.