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 Palau and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
June Days,
ABBA,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.