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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.