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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Index,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.