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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.