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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.