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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.