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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.