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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.