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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.