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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.