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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.