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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Names,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.