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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.