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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.