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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The Sound,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.