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 Ukraine 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Monks,
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.