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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.