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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.