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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Swans,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.