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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Erasure to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.