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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Doors,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.