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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.