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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.