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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.