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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.