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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.