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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.