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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.