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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.