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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Sight & Sound 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.