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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
The Index,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.