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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Organ,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.