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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.