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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.