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 France and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.