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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.