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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smog 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.