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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Shoche,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.