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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.