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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.