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 Finland and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Urselle,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.