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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Mars,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.