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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Faust,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.