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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.