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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.