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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sound to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.