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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.