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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
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Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.