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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.