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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Faust,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.