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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Scion,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.