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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Swans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.