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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.