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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.