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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.