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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.