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 China and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.