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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.