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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.