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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.