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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.