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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.