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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.