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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.