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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.