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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.