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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
cv313,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.