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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Human League,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.