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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Index,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.