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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.