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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Move,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
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Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.