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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.