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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
MDC,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.