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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.