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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.