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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.