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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.