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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.