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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.