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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Can,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.