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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.