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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.