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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 June Days to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.