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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
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.