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 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.