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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 DJ Sneak 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.