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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Niagra,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.