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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Can to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.