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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.