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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.