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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.