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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Can,
Yaz,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.