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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.