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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.