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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.