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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.