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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.