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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Television,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.