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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
X-101,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.