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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Q65,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.