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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.