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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.