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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.