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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.