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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.