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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.