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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.