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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.