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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.