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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Slave,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.