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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.