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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.