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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.