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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.