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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.