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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.