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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.