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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.