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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Index,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Hoover,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.