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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.