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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Move to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.