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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.