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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.