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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.