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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.