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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.