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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.