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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.