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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.