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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.