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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.