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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.