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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.