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 Belgium 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.