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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.