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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.