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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.