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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.