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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Moebius,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.