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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.