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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.