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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.