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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.