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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.