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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.