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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Visage,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.