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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.