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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Rekid to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.