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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.