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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.