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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Swans,
Darondo,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.