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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.