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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.