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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.