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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.