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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.