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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
UT,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.