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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.