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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Roxette to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Fear,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.