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 Peru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.