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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.