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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.