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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.