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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.