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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.