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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.