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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.