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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.