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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.