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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Human League 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.