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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.