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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.