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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.