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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.