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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.