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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.