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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.