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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
MDC,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.