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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.