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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.