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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.