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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.