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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.