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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.