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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.