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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.