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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.