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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.