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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.