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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Mars,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.