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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.