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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.