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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.