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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.