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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.