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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.