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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Japan,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.