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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.