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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.