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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.