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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.