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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.