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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.