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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.