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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Doors,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.