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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.