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 Nepal and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Barry Ungar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.