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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.