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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.