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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.