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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.