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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.