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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.