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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Scion,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.