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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.