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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.